I quit a job recently and started a new one. It was an act of surrender and of hope.

Surrender because I had reached a point where I had fought to try to take control of my destiny at a company that, like many others, did not care about my dreams or feelings.

Hope because I believed I could still grow somewhere else.

The rest of my life feels like it is about surrender and hope-surrender to the overwhelming bullshit we’re living through, and hope that somehow we’ll get through it. We have to hope to even exist.